Peace

Conversation with my little guy...

Little guy: "Why are you so passionate about bullying?"

Me: "Because I was terribly bullied as a kid."

Little guy: "It's not that big of a deal any more."


This lady breathes a huge mom sigh of relief, you know, the kind where you realize that your kid is managing to avoid the kind of funk you suffered as a kid.

And now I'm wondering what his version of childhood funk will be when he thinks back as an adult. Likely all those times his technology was taken away for this reason and that. And the old lady me will remind him that when I was a kid I had to get up to change the channel on the TV.

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Days Gone By

I was digging through my desk drawers at work last week. It's not the most organized space, but it's OK, there's not much in there to keep track of. I noticed one thing, though. I have a TON of hair ties and there are some in every drawer. I haven't a clue as to why, but it's a fact. And I also have a ton of them at home.

AND I'm getting my short hair cut to an even shorter length tomorrow.


So I'm thinking that I must gather all those hair ties up and add them to my "Days Gone By" collection...current members are my nose rings, my many containers of crazy color nail polish, my belly dance stuff, my biker jacket, and on and on.

Mind you, "Days Gone By" is decidedly not a life sentence, every item is available for resurrection at a moment's notice.

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